I Don't Know What It Is - Rufus Wainwright

I don’t know what it is But you got to do it

I don’t know where to go But you got to be there

I don’t know where to fall

But I know that its comfortable where

I don’t know where it is Putting all of my time

In learning to care

And a bucket of rhymes

I threw up somewhere

Want a locket of who

Made me lose my perfunctory view

Of all that is around

And of all that I do So I knock on the door

Take a step that is new

Never been here before

Is there anyone else here too

In love with beauty

Playing all of the games

Who thinks three’s company

Is there anyone else who wears slightly mysterious brusies

I don’t know what it is Take a lookin around

At friendly faces

All declaring a war on far off places

Is there anyone else who is through with complaining about what’s

Done unto us So I knock on the door

And I am on the train

Going god knows where to To get me over

To get me over

Give me heaven or hell

Calais or Dover

I was hoping the train

Was my big number

Stopping in Santa Fe and the Atchison-Topeka

Though I’m chugging along, put away by the crossing hand

We’ll be heading for Portland, or Limburgh or Lower Manhattan

Find myself running around

I don’t know what it is so get me over

I don’t know what it is so get me over

I don’t know what it is so get me over

To get me over

You gotta do it.

You gotta be there.